Finish your damn construction project motherfuckers.I rent a small modest apartment in inner NE Portland. In April you put your damn Honey Bucket right in front of my living room window. You guys made a lot of noise for about 4 days and now for the entire month of May have left the shitter right in front of my window. It has now gotten more attention and use than the Portland Loo. It is a message board for anarchists and gangsters,and a prank for kids trying to tip it over and make a shit volcano all over my sidewalk. I usually enjoy going out on my front step which is the only place a can sit outside but I don’t like to drink my am tea and breakfast with the stench or sounds of local shitters farting. The other day a girl even asked me for a hanger because she had dropped her phone inside the toilet and wanted to fish it out. And right now as I write this damn letter there is some junkie either shooting up or taking an extra long big shit with his bike leaning up on the side. F%$#U! Construction Company…get this thing off my sidewalk before I coat your abandoned excavator with it’s contents.
Honey Bucket
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The birth of a food cart pod.
Tip the fuckin thing over
whole-heartedly agree, tip the mother fucker over.
Into the street! teach that contractor a shitty lesson! Rabble-rabble.
Put a padlock on the door
i wanna donate time to this cause, kinda.
Y’all must’ve missed the part where I,A mentioned tipping it over ends up spilling shit out in front of their home.
Put a padlock on the door, wrap it in seal plastic, tip over the sucka, and put a tiny flag on it.
They didn’t padlock it? Then you should’ve.
They didn’t padlock it? Then you should’ve.
They didn’t padlock it? Then you should’ve.
Fuck this iPhone, while you’re at it.
Fuck this iPhone, while you’re at it.
Call the construction company like an adult and ask them to move it.
Fake. The last “small modest apartment in NE Portland” was demolished and replaced with three narrow eco-homes some five years ago.
95% of the time, you can find the keys for heavy equipment somewhere on the “abandoned excavator”. Usually in the engine cowling. Fire that bitch up, and move the shitter somewhere to your liking. May I suggest the middle of the street.
Jesus, how ’bout strolling up the contractor and telling him/her, to their face mind you (I know, making a point to someone’s face is HARD), and say “hey: can you move your shitter from in front of my house, NOW?”
If they don’t, then call the city’s building department inspector and complain.
Here’s what’s not gonna work for ya: writing a little missive to I, Anonymous.
Yes Todd, fuck your iphone!
👆yeah! Let’s pump it up and take some photos and use those as our avatars! Put on some slick shades and peruse the personals…
Ahhhh, yes! I’ll follow you ace. You are a real lady’s man……
I won’t fuck no Iphone.